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... > As the dusk spread across the sky like molten lead, Steven, riding a poor horse bought at a high price from a caravan, finally saw the outline of the ancestral residence of the Burns Clan after a jarring month-long journey home.
The family crest on the iron gate was so rusted it no longer showed its former glory, leaving only a few twisted iron bars stubbornly upholding the dignity of the Burns.
"Tsk, damned dignity."
When he arrived at the manor, no one came to greet h ...
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